It started at an early age—my fascination with the ins and outs of the good life. It wasn’t my upbringing per se. I’m the product of middle class Texas, however in-between visits to BBQ joints and pulling up to the Jack in the Box drive-thru, I did cross a few imposing thresholds…and I paid attention. Wandering the hallways of the Plaza, while my parents had a drink in the bar, I studied discarded room service trays and unattended maid’s carts. If this predilection came from a past life it wasn’t one of luxury, rather service—I was Carson, managing the intimate details of Downton Abbey. There could be no other explanation.